Tag: stars

Art and Chemistry

The sporadic and chaotic beginning of chemical reactions is inclined to make a pattern out of destruction, instead of a random scattering of debris like one might suspect.  Out of this damage, a balanced and beautiful work of art is born.  Nature is inclined to form perfect circles, straight lines, diamond shapes, perfectly fitting hexagonal and pentagonal pieces, out of this world colors, that spin and dance in the joy of its own beauty.  The humble rain drop transforms into a symmetrical, intricate star shape that glitters in even a hit of light.  Weightless and carefree the snow flake wanders down to the earth, taking its time to float in the wind, play in the breeze, bragging about its beauty before it sinks and disappears into the ground.  The death of a star paints a picture full of color, movement, and energy casting an astounding sense of awe, wonder, amazement, and intrigue.  Each death is unique and beautiful, a supernova combination of intense color and 3D design bursting with some much imagination that is hard to believe that this was not the star’s intended purpose.

Nature finds a way to be inherently beautiful and balanced, creating robust colors and visually appealing motifs out of ordinary circumstances.  After a process that distorts, explodes, fizzes, sparks, or combust, it produces something that was greater than how it started out.

Grains of Sand from Ancient Supernova Found in Meteorites

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Actions are louder than Moments

Messing up, having bad ideas, going the wrong way on a one way street.  Making concise failures, having the abstract not the concerte, admitting the foolish thoughts.

Having the most humiliating moments in your life, thoset “I wish nobody saw that but everyone did” moments force you to remember that yes people do and will forget.  At some point, they will forget the worst thing you ever made, just like how people forget the worst pimple you ever had.  Because everyone makes mistakes.  If you are not making mistakes then you are not trying hard enough.  If you capture the stars on the first round, then maybe you should aim for the moon, or mars, whatever is your ambition.  I am from the moon, so I aim for Saturn’s rings.  Although I am terrible at basketball, why did I ever pop that shot?

Point being, people remember your spirit, not your actions.  Impression is made with invisible sounds, not always with physical acts.

Talents is louder than words, actions are louder than moments.

Art and Science in the City’s Sky

I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the modern night, by the complacent dance of airplanes in the big, open, uninhabited sky.  I am astounded by the unnatural movements that dominate the once whimsical night.  The crafted zig zag pattern of overhead headlights feels like science fiction eerie in harmony, amazing with the complete overhaul of world above.

Nature has been transformed away from lure of the night sky mystery into a different meaning here in the heart of the city.

The patterns of the airplanes are distinctive, not abstract like the twinkle of the starry night.  Art is about making mistakes, science does not understand this concept.  Art is messy and bold, physics is well defined and stubborn with its limits.  Science has definitive rules, natures is creative in breaking these carefully ordered and well orchestrated structures of definition.

It barren up there now, in the lonely sky, save for the flying machines.  Modernity and technology may be convenient, but they lack the luster of the dreaming night, the spontaneity of the stars spark, the complexity of astrology’s secrets, the depth of the canvas that looms above.  The nation of galaxies that had been a part of humanity’s eye is now a series of dashes.

Unicorn Lights

I  miss the bright neon lights hemming the lake, twinkling unicorn colors under the dark Michigan sky.  The glassy lake reflects the rainbow glow, buffing the already-round edges of the Christmas light camps strung around the lucky lake.  I was so peaceful gazing at the camps full of happiness, joy, wonder, love, and curiosity from the opposite side of the lake.  In the cool seclusion of the dark night, I look across the lake at the slowly changing kaleidoscope scenery, feeling the energy but taking a break from the action.  Everything and anything you want is there, you can have it.  It is such a wonderful feeling to be able to join the party, or just take it all in under the expansive sky full of stars.  There is nothing more to want because it is perfect here.  This was a magical moment, where everything was perfect and there was nothing to desire.